~ an attempt at a frivolous escapade with words.

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Don’t worry, be happy.Don’t let the worries of the future eat your today,Or the past cast a shadow on what’s in front.And when at all your minds tries to wander off,Just know, remember, you gotta,Not worry, and be happy.

It’s easy having a metric ton on your head,Misery can act very kind, it loves company.If not for yourself, do it for ones who spend their time with you,When you are down, you drag them behind too.Just for a while, try to be free,Don’t worry, be happy.

Life is a marathon, not a rat race,A few months of giving yourself some time won’t hurt you, will it?If your counter on things to do starts in the morning and you’re spent come night,Is there any justice you’re doing yourself or your mind?When you feel the shackles are making their move,You close your eyes, you break free,You jump off to the next platform,Laugh,And not worry, just be happy.

There will always be folks trying to pull you down,Distress that will make you want yank your hairs out.But remember you always have a choice,You can either be weighed down,Or just smile, refuse to be.Be content,Find your zen,andNot worry, are happy.

Times had tried, and one as the next,They had failed.Each of those fought with all their might,Helplessly try muster the strength to topple his life.

He knew he had a fragile mind, a feeble defense and a flimsy core.The only way he could protect it all,Was deny anyone access to his whole.

He built boundaries,Got himself a mask.People came close but none past,For there lay he- naked, vulnerable, and alone.

But along those jolly lines,He met someone who made his breath queasy inside.Looking at her, he realized what goosebumps were,Touching her was electric sensations he never knew existed before.Day after day, he let his defenses slip by,Little by little, he gave her his keys.For there was nothing that could harm him now,Or so he thought, why shouldn’t he?

As it does to every single one,life happened to them both.And at the end- in his failures or his shortcomings,He didn’t know who to blame more.

It’s not that she didn’t try,Not that she hadn’t desperately kept looking at ways to break his slide.He hated when he made her cry and cry she did,when she knew she was kissing him goodbye.As she watched him slowly fall into the abyss,In front of her powerless eyes.

What do you think they married into,Was it the way you look or was it your ideals? The way you talk or your actual thoughts?What do you think really mattered,A sustainable future or broken blocks from the past?

Concerning yourself with all that wasn’t important,You lost your way a little.You forgot your way to get into people’s hearts,Battling the voice inside left not a lot,To overcome your own prison walls.

So, you decorated your walls with paintings, Cardboard cutouts of your lofty dreams.Always been a dreamer, but only at night,The sunshine never able to exorcise,Your demons from the light.

You make plans, you half arse,Magnanimous with words, and wanting in action.And who wouldn’t put up with that at the start,Your castles and castles of stories,Promises of a wonderland not afar.

But eventually the day comes, you’re left with none,Your pandora’s box is empty, you desperately look for one.You know they’re waiting, You know that you are!If not stories, what else have you got?

The writing was there on the wall,
We couldn’t see it.
The place had been in ruins all along,
The blindfold’s opening just sealed it.

The endless quarrels, the anguish, the pain,
An understanding that never got two legs to stand.
We were mad at the world and took it out on us,
Hoping the love reserve would save us but we emptied it, alas.

Every fight we had, took something out of us,
Till what remained resembled a skeleton of broken dreams and such.
Each of our arguments had two losers,
The collateral damage being taken out from the memories that made us.

And in the end, who was wrong and who was right?
The love we extinguished in having the last laughs those nights.
If only, had we just stopped and listened,
Us could have lived,
Life been different.

We should have listened,When the brain yelled a resounding no.But at stake here was the heart,And we just carried on and on.

It was beautiful, it was glorious,The time we spent together and the rest in waiting.There were nights when you just couldn’t sleep alone,And you would know I’d be there waitingFor my girl to come home.

There were no promises, but a hope at heart,This needs to last forever, what is here cannot be stopped.Even with that knowledge, the brain tried to take precautionary steps,A few goodbyes from you and me that landed back on our heads.What were we thinking, if at all were we?A life without the other and see what it comes to be?

You suffered, and so did I,This constant yearning and no one to pass a word of comfort by.Well you know you’re truly screwedWhen you feel alone even when surroundedby like minded fools.

But as every tide, the sadness passed,The sunshine returned, and magical spells were cast.You had your smile back, but I couldn’t pass one in return,For the hand you held in the picture wasn’t this one.

If I say it aloud,Will it serve as cathartic?If I let it flow into words,Will that help me heal?Will it stop me from visiting you in my dreams?Make it pause for a little while, help me breathe?

“It will be if it is supposed to be”, I know you said it,And I waited in my purgatory hoping you’ll see this.No one else can ever put all your details in a simple order!The taste of your wine and the munchies that goes with it,The food that you like and the exact spice levels in it.The type of kiss that you enjoy and that little spot behind your ear,The smell of your body and the perfume that you would not wear.The kind of coffee table you’d have and what you like in the morning,Or when you’ve had a long day and the kind of sleep for which you’ve been longing.Can anyone else whisper the words in your ears what exactly is it that do you want?Have you close your eyes and make you feel how you wanted to, all along.Tell me these and I’ll accede to our separation,Else the feeling of denial might never leave its gestation.

You tried to move away and I was jealous,And there may have been small little parts when I’ve acted nothing but callous.I don’t have a drive and what carries me around is the passion,A burning desire to not let things escape and all I have now is that too familiar desperation.I know we laughed about out not forgetting our love and all that jazz,But tell me if you believed it were remotely possible that this won’t leave me mad?I cannot let you go I cannot let you leave,The door is always open and the window is up by a creek.Your home is waiting for you, the bed unmoved, not a cobweb has crept,The place and my existence denying you ever left.

Why aren’t you here tonight?I could touch you,Kiss you, feel you.Hear your soft sigh as I run my fingers down your skin,Feel you quiver as my lips run against the contours of your neck.Let a hand free so you could guide it wherever you chose,And hold you tight,So tight, when it hit the right spot.

What wouldn’t I give to have you here by my side,Pull you close,Breathe your skin,And the secrets that the night lets fly.